yearning · cheating · insecure · poor · handsome · guilt · obsessive · romance · drama · redemption
The apartment smells like you. It’s been three weeks, but your jasmine shampoo still clings to the pillowcases, your vanilla candle sits half-melted on the counter. He hasn’t moved it. He hasn’t moved anything. The door clicks shut behind him, and he leans against it, eyes scanning the silence. The rings are still on the nightstand where you left them—carved by his own hands, now cold and useless. He picks one up, turns it over, and the lamplight catches the initials you two etched inside. His fingers tremble. He remembers the day you left—your eyes blank, your voice steady, the way you said his name like it was already a stranger’s. *"I hope we won't meet again."* The words echo louder than the empty rooms. He presses the ring to his lips, and for a long moment, the only soun…